It wasn't exactly metaphorical, but it wasn't stitches either--just the exploratory voyage every visit to find a good vein.
Cash, WHOA. That's a whole lot of coy, or a whole little of good sense.
I ended up ditching the ER. I was so optimistic that the visit would be of a reasonable duration, but just about when I was ready to go he started balking.
So I fled through the back door.
I managed to get the headache from "Fuck! What can I do?" to about an eight, eight and a half. Needless to say I'm in a lot of pain still, and am expecting my mother back from Santa Fe is a few hours.
God, ita. I'm angry at the stupid pissy doctor and at all the specialists who can't seem to focus. It's a useless gesture (but I'm good at them. Useless hope seems to be my skill) but I want you whole and painfree (except where you uh, elicit it.)
Need to put my cell on the donotcall list. Not like I use it much, but getting spam texts and calls is pissing me off. Haven't even had the fucker a month!
A demonstration of a photo taken with and without flash: [link]
That made me laugh way more than it should have.
as he explains "I will make the blue stuff and go fast and it will be cool."
What blue stuff?
Blueberry cobbler?
OMG in my box of oreos I got one half of an oreo cookie. Like, not even the white stuff in the middle. I got an or.
WTF! Anybody who sees the other half, let me know.
That's tragical. I bet if you send them a letter, they will send you an Oreo. A whole one.
Or at least the other half.
OMG in my box of oreos I got one half of an Oreo ® cookie. Like, not even the white stuff in the middle. I got an or.
I blame quantum tunneling check, on the other side of any nearby potential energy gradients for the splinched Oreo ®.
1/4 of the way through report. I hates it.
